I was finishing up the details for my proposed cable access show destined to put Raleigh on the fucking map when I came across a similar idea: Social the Magazine’s new local TV show which “hopes to put a spotlight on the local fashion, nightlife and entertainment scene.”
Okay. It would probably be lame, but I needed to check out my (potential) competition, so I played a few solos on the gravity bong saxophone and settled in. My reward? A half-hour so tedious I looked forward to the commercials. Dudes, if you can’t keep the attention of a bored pothead, y’all have some problems!
The opening segment focuses on the owner of Social and how great of a job he’s doing fucking the dog on covering a mid-sized market, then we go “behind the scenes” with him as this Daughtry stand-in looking d-bag preens for the cover shoot of his own magazine (yes, really). Next they take us on a “wild ride” on their “party bus” (where there is zero drinking) to the Ugly Monkey, which looks dead as shit, so they leave to drive up to some club on Atlantic, completely skipping downtown. After the break, they go BACK to the Ugly Monkey to showcase everyone sucking Aykroyd’s cock when he came to visit…………………………and that’s it.
Wow. Rather than submitting your corneas to this visual syrup of Ipecac, I’ve compiled a list of local media that will keep you entertained (at least until I’m ready to unveil my vision on the citizens of Wake County):
http://www.washeduphipster.com/2009/11/washed-up-hipster-episode-2_1442.html
Guess which bar these dudes work at?
My house, my home, my hood.
Polos in all colors of the ‘bow, man.
a.k.a. Greg Hatem’s wet dream
I hate art almost as much as I hate Charlotte, but this rules.
Rodney, there were a lot of hungover 8AM mornings when I’d pass MLK & Person and see you already out there grindin’. A+ to you, sir.
Okay, so the bar’s technically in Winston. Whatever. Just pretend it’s The Goat!
